Saturday, March 26, 2005

This is what happens when you venture OUT of the Burbs...


The trip to downtown wore EVERYONE out...031205, originally uploaded by funnybone.

We had to go downtown to get MORE fingerprints for Immigration. Actually, the prints were for the Oregon State Police so they could send yet ANOTHER copy of my completely clean Criminal Background History to Immigration Canada (CIC). I now have fingerprints on file from California, Washington, Oregon, two sets from the RCMP, and the FBI. WOW. I wonder if my fingerprints have changed that much that they have to have SIX sets of them. (Yes, people, I know...fingerprints don't change...just like snowflakes, each one is an individual...blah blah blah). ANYWAY, that was the purpose of THIS day, venturing out of The Cave in the Burbs (TCitB) to head to downtown Vancouver for Mom's fingerprints. We managed to accomplish this gnat of a task and then hit a few stores in the Granville Bus Mall area ... there are so many fun things to DO in the city! Especially without kids in tow! It was the weekend prior to St. Patty's Day and the pubs were overflowing with drunk revelers -- folks were decked out in stupid green hats emblazoned with shamrocks and leprechauns, the non-Irish pretending to be Dubliners for the day, if only for an excuse to get schnockered -- and they were only missing ONE thing ... ME! Alas, we buckled our tuckered-out children into the minivan and returned to TCitB (see above). And the leprechauns did us the sweet favor of slumbering virtually the entire way home. Gave us enough time to make a swing-through the liquor store without waking a single sweetie........

posted by JSY @ 10:56 AM

1 Comments:

At 11:48 AM, Blogger Christine said...

Maybe immigration was afraid those two in the back seat were famous criminals. They got the brains, and the savvy. But nah, they're two darn sweet. But their mom! I'm sure she was the one last year that started that brawl in one of the Irish pubs. I know, cuz I was there. Sure I was lying on the floor, schnokered, but I know it was the mother of these two darlings. Yup, there she was, just as schnockered as the other drunks on either side of me. Pissed to the gills.

 

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